WOW my tenth chapter. This story really is getting long. I got more reviewers so cookies for Meowen, LadyTigerFuyuko and Luv2Game. Also Luv2Game, I read you're comment and I'm not offended. I've had someone else comment on my chunky paragraphs, I try and separate every subject but it still comes out that way. Also for the commas with the "bla bla bla," said Bla bla (Lol) I usually correct whatever Microsoft Word points out so I figure that it's correct. Also I separate my paragraphs and hit enter three times, not two, but three and still, this is how it looks. I even try reading my own stories and even I get lost in the paragraph and I'm like how do I fix this mess? I'm a poet remember. :sigh: Well thanks for the tip and I'll try and do my best unless anyone wants to volunteer and be my paragraph breaker upper helper. Sorry I can't pay ya but I'll give ya a shout out and a net cookie ahahahaha :-D Anyway enjoy!

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Chapter 10

Keira stared at the dark bags under her eyes as she brushed her teethe. Goosebumps grew along her bare arms because of the cold bathroom. It was a small bathroom complete with tub and shower. Her bare feet felt like ice against the black and white tiles. The shower curtains were dressed in red cars and the accessories around the bathroom were red, black and white. It was a pretty masculine bathroom but when she had moved into the place to start her garage, she decided to make up for the country-like living room and kitchen with a not so feminine bathroom.

Her hair was messy and her face wrinkled from just getting off her pillow minutes ago. It was already two in the afternoon and she didn't feel like opening the garage. She felt like crap and she was drained from all the energy that poured out from her through the night. She put her purple toothbrush in the toothbrush holder under the mirror, next to a red toothbrush…his toothbrush. She stared at it blankly for a few seconds and suddenly cringed in disgust. She snatched the red toothbrush from the holder and harshly threw it in the bathroom trash.

That jerk! She thought to herself as she walked toward the kitchen. Her bare feet walked upon the shirts of his that she had thrown around during her fits to herself last night. She opened the yellow curtains of the small window above the sink to let in the blinding sunlight. She groaned when the light made her eyes squint in annoyance. Suddenly someone was honking the horn outside her window and she forced her squinting face to the glass so she could see who it was.

Delivery guy? What the? I didn't order anything…

She wrapped a knee length, silky green robe around her body as she quickly pitter-pattered down the hard, cold stairs. She ran her fingers through her hair as she opened the garage door to greet the deliveryman waiting her in front of his brown truck. The man walked towards her with a white package that read Express Mail: Do Not Shake. Fragile.

She stuck her hands out to grab the clipboard that he offered her. She quickly scribbled her name so she could get out of the irritating sunlight as fast as possible and grabbed the package from him. As he drove away, she closed the garage door half way.

What is this? She pondered to herself as she shook the package next to her ear, despite the warning label on the box. She couldn't identify what it was and it was pretty big. She set it on the garage table so that she could open it, rubbing one of her tired eyes. As she lifted the flaps, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight.

The box cradled an elegant white dress. She pulled it out carefully with her fingers and ran one of her hands down the soft, rich material. She put it against her in awe as she continued to stare at it in disbelief. It was a bit above knee length and was a halter-top. It had a low back and the chest was low as well. Around the waist was a strip of rhinestones and she could tell it would be tight on her upper half and flow as it went down her body. She had never seen anything so beautiful.

She walked back to the box and realized there was more. She draped the dress over her shoulder to lift up a pair of white sandal style high heels. There were strings that would criss-cross and tie up her ankles. She felt happiness and surprise rising in her with every discovery from the mysterious package.

As if that wasn't enough she looked again and saw a long, black velvet box decorated in golden trim.

No way! It can't be!

She dropped the shoes on the table and lifted the box in her hands. She opened it slowly to reveal a thin white gold necklace, complete with a small, delicate diamond in the center. It shone in the sunlight and in her large emerald eyes. Still in disbelief she pulled out the necklace and scurried over to a big magnifying glass that she kept handy for work to study it.

It's real! It's really real!

She ran back to the box lying on the table and saw a piece of paper sticking out from where the necklace was. She picked out the paper and placed the delicate piece of jewelry back in the box so she could read the note. She unfolded it and pulled out two small silver hairclips with white flower designs and rhinestones. She held them in one hand as she brought the note to her face.

Keira,

My diamond in the rough,

I hope my gifts please you greatly. Please wear them tonight. I have a good eye for the women's figure so I'm sure that everything should fit fine. I'll be there at nine. Don't you worry, tonight when you're beside me, you will shine.

Razer

She couldn't help but squeal in delight to no one in particular. She felt like it was her birthday. After a rough night of tears and throwing around Jak's belongings, this was a perfect way to start her day.

She grabbed all her gifts and happily skipped upstairs before closing the door behind her. She ran to her bedroom to look at herself in the long mirror with the thin white dress against her. She glared at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She shook her head to herself.

If only you could see me now Jak. If you're not going to appreciate me then I guess I have no choice then.

She placed everything on her bed and decided to get back to the kitchen to eat something. She stopped at her bedroom door to stare at the shirts she had thrown all over the floor. For some odd reason she felt the need to pick them up. She didn't like a messy apartment.

She slowly picked up his shirts and walked to the bathroom so she could stuff them in the red hamper. Before she threw the last shirt in, which was a burgundy one, she suddenly felt the urge to feel it against her. She stared at it in her hands with sorrow in her eyes. She didn't want to admit it but she missed him. She brought the shirt to her nose and inhaled. It was a dirty shirt so it smelled like him. The familiar scent both warmed and pained her. She dropped the shirt into the hamper feeling defeated.

Finally she shrugged her shoulders and forced a grin on her face. She decided that after she ate she was going to relax today. She was going to bathe and spoil herself before her date tonight so that by the time Razer came, she looked and smelled her best. She decided that she wasn't going to do it to please him but to please herself. She needed to regain the confidence that she had lost in herself. She hoped everything would go well tonight as awkward as things are for her being with another man. Still she wondered what was this offer that he had mentioned to her. It sounded a bit suspicious.

Jak's eyes painfully opened to the blurry yellow light greeting him. He squinted his eyes and shielded his face with his arm. His eyes were growing teary with the light burning him and his head was throbbing. He got up from the soft, green carpet floor and rubbed his head while he tried to identify the blurry shapes around him.

Oh my God. My head is killing me. I feel like shit. Where am I?

Suddenly he heard a loud nagging voice yell out to him as he stared at the blurry orange shape waving to him on top of the bar.

"Wake up sleepy head! It's already three in the afternoon and you puked all over my bar's floor last night smart aleck!"

Jak groaned loudly in pain. Daxter's voice just made his head throb more and he clenched the sides of his head while he sat on the floor.

"Ahhhh my head…what happened?"

"What happened is you coming in here drunk as hell last night and falling onto my floor. Also let's not forget that you puked on it first! Guess who had to clean that mess up. Here's a hint, he's furry, he's your best friend and he's wondering why he shouldn't be screaming directly into your ear on purpose for being such a jerk last night!"

Jak's vision cleared up as he saw Daxter waving his arms in anger toward him. Tess must've been in the back. He didn't remember much of what happened last night after he had confronted Razer. All he remembered was the numerous glasses of beer to his mouth until he had lost count.

Daxter jumped off the bar and walked over to Jak. He continued his ranting. "Really Jak, I'm surprised you even drove him without killing yourself. Tess couldn't open the bar today because of your stinkin' body laying in the middle of our floor. What the hell happened to ya last night?"

Jak stumbled as he tried to stand up. He slowly made his way to one of the bar stools and sat down, burying his face in his arms. Daxter crawled back on top of the bar. His voice was muffled but Daxter heard him clearly as he pressed his ear near Jak's head.

"What happened last night? You don't wanna know Dax. I'm an idiot"

"Yes I know that, please continue…"

Jak lifted his head up and looked at his friend. It was the most pitiful look Daxter had ever seen on the blond hero. He looked so worn out and drained.

"Dax…I'm sorry"

Daxter gave him a forgiving grin and patted him on his arm. "Eh forget about it buddy. I know you didn't mean it. I ain't so hurt by it…but…" his smile faded as Jak gave him a look, acknowledging what he was talking about.

Jak once again dropped his head in his arms and banged his fist on the bar. Daxter shook his head at the situation and walked towards the back door leading to the storage areas and the hall that would lead up to the apartment in which him and Tess shared. Of course it was huge to them but they had learned to adjust to it.

"Lemme go and see what Tess is cookin'. Looks like you could use something in you other than alchohol. Then you could take a shower because you smell like hell"

Jak's head stood buried in silence as Daxter retreated through the back door of the bar.

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So is it better now? I tried to put more space in the paragraphs even where I wasn't used to putting spaces. I was like No-must-press-enter-again…reviewers-are-counting-on-you. Lol Soon we'll be getting to the good stuff. I estimate about two or three more chapters before this story ends. Maybe more but that's just an estimate. Review review!